This morning I was at the vet with both my cats. The younger one (the black one) had managed to find some string to swallow despite our households best efforts to keep such traditional kitty temptations out of her reach. The vet prescribed a laxative and so we just have to wait. My other fuzzy friend (the gray one) is in much worse condition. She’s 14 years old and she’s in liver failure. I intend to keep her comfortable and maintain her until she either she’s in pain or she stops eating and drinking. I’m not ready to lose her but I suppose I don’t have much of a choice.
We met three other pet owners at the vet. I can’t remember when I’ve such a pleasant interaction with a bunch of strangers. It’s interesting how a love of pets can bring people together.